Playing God

Well, the day has come. The day of reckoning for all weeds known to my front yard. I am off to ruin the habitats of hundreds of worms, ants, spiders (Alana!), and whatever else may be crawling in my flowerbeds. I am playing God with their lives. Here comes Hurricane Nellie.

I can just hear the hillbilly worm that they will interview on the local bug channel. (Celeste!)

"You just missed it. I seent the hole thang. I wuz just lying thar and a giant cleaver fell from them sky thar and chopped ole Bob in half. Now wheeze homeless. What we gonna do?"

OK...I am stalling. I really hate gardening. I would rather write about dead worms than get out there and do it.

Did I mention that I REALLY hate gardening. It's not my "thang".